Unfinished Hero 03 Raid (23 page)
“Do it, baby.”
Oh God, this was hot.
This was scary.
This was crazy.
I clasped my hands behind my back.
One of his hands slid in, down
;
his fingers went through the hair between my legs and whispered over my clit then
it was gone.
A reward.
An infinitesimal reward.
God.
Torture.
Brilliant.
“Good, Hanna, now keep your hands clasped. No matter what you feel, what I do, what
you want. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Good, baby, now arch your back for me.”
Oh God. God. God.
God.
I arched my back for him and he immediately leaned in and added his lips and tongue
to the torture his fingers were perpetrating. They moved, they touched, glided, grazed
and they did this an eternity before just the tip of his tongue glided over my nipple.
I was so primed, heat bolted through me and I whimpered, “Raiden.”
“Keep arched for me, honey,” he murmured to the skin between breasts.
He kept a hand giving nothing but constantly toying between my legs, the other one
held me at the hip
,
and then suddenly
his mouth closed over my nipple and he pulled deep.
I was so ready
.
I
needed
that so much, my entire body bucked. I cried out, my hands came unclasped and I almost
drove them into his hair to hold him to me before I remembered, pulled it together
and clasped them behind me again.
He stopped suckling.
No!
“Raiden.” It was a plea.
“Stay still, Hanna.”
“Sweetheart
—
”
Another glide of just the tip of his tongue over my nipple
;
my clit pulsed, my body jerked and I
moaned.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
Oh God, oh God.
God.
More toying, more nothing, all of it full of promise
;
more torment
,
then both of Raiden’s hands slid back to my ribs, his mouth moved from me and I tipped
my head down to see his tipped back.
“Climb on, baby.”
Finally.
I didn’t hesitate. I put a knee to the bed on one side of his hips, one on the other
side and settled in.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he ordered and I put my hands on his shoulders.
His hand went between my legs
,
and no fooling around, he drove two fingers inside.
Oh yes.
Yes.
Finally!
I gasped, my head fell forward and hit his shoulder and his turned so his growl went
directly into my ear.
“Ride those.”
I rode them. Oh God, did I ride them. My head turned, my face pressed into his neck.
My hands grasping his shoulders, I rode his fingers and I did it desperately because
I needed it. I needed it to hold me together. I needed it because I was coming apart
at the seams.
“Stop,” Raiden demanded.
“Oh, honey, please, no,” I gasped.
“Stop, Hanna.”
I stopped on a mew of reckless despair
,
but I got more instantly.
“Free me,” he ordered.
I lifted up, looked in his eyes and he was shifting. His hand to the back of his jeans,
he pulled out his wallet.
Oh yes.
Thank God, yes.
He unearthed a condom, tossed the wallet on the floor as I held his eyes and clumsily
worked his jeans.
I finally got them as I needed them and pulled him free.
His cock was big, long, thick and rock-hard
,
and I wanted it inside me.
“Take the packet, Hanna, and roll it on me.” He barely finished his order when I snatched
the packet out of his hand
,
but he said, “Slow, baby.”
Darn.
I looked at him and forced myself to go slowly. This kind of worked, mostly because
my hands were shaking so badly and they got to shaking worse when his hands moved
to my breasts, his thumbs started circling my nipples and I lost concentration as
that throbbed from nipples to clit.
I finally did it and I was about to wrap my hand around his cock when his words stopped
me.
“I’m gonna guide you on me then you’re gonna take over
,
and when you do, you’re gonna fuck me slow.”
I held his eyes and my voice trembled when I told him, “I don’t know if I can do slow,
Raid.”
When I said his name, his eyes flashed
,
but his lips said, “Slow, Hanna.”
“I
—
”
“Trust me.”
I swallowed and nodded.
“Hold onto my shoulders again, honey.”
I did as I was told.
Raiden did as he promised, moving me, positioning me
,
and with a hand around his cock, his other arm around my hips, he guided himself
in as he pulled me down, filling me.
My head fell back at the sheer beauty.
Then his hands spanned my hips.
“Look at me.” I forced my head forward. His eyes caught mine, the pads of his fingers
dug in and he ordered, “Lips to mine, baby, the whole time you fuck me slow.”
Yes.
I could do that.
So I did it.
Lips to his, my eyes open, his eyes opened, I moved on him.
Instantly, I needed more.
“When can I go faster?” I asked.
“Slow,” he answered.
“Yeah
,
but when can I go faster?”
“I’ll tell you, honey, now slow.”
I went slow.
I couldn’t do slow.
It was undoing me.
My hands slid up to the sides of his neck and I begged, “Raiden.”
One of his hands slid up to my breast, covered it and his thumb rubbed hard against
my nipple.
I moved faster and gasped, “Raiden!”
“Slow down, Hanna.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered as I forced myself to do what he said.
His thumb kept at my nipple, and it built, and built, and built until I felt like
my skin was going to split open.
“Raiden, honey,
please.
”
His other hand moved up my back, his fingers went into my hair, fisted and he growled
against my lips, “Okay, Hanna, fuck me hard now, baby.”
Instantly, I complied.
Just as instantly, Raiden’s finger met his thumb, he tugged hard at my nipple and
that seared through me.
I moaned against his lips and rode him harder.
“Fuck, but my girl is fucking magnificent,” he rumbled. “Harder, baby, fuck me.”
I fucked him harder, gasping, whimpering, moaning
. O
ne of my hands slid into his hair and just like his at mine, it fisted. Hard.
“That’s it, baby, ride me,” he grunted as I moved. “Fuck. Magnificent. You gonna give
it to me?”
“Yes,” I whispered
,
and his hand left my breast, traveled down and shot between my legs.
“Then give it to me,” he
ordered
.
His thumb tweaked my clit and that was all I needed.
I drove down and grinded in. My head flew back, my back arched and I cried out as
I flew apart.
“Un-fucking-believable,” I heard Raiden
rasp
.
Then
I was on my back, Raiden’s hips slamming into mine and I took him, still coming,
my limbs clutching him to me, my hand still fisted in his hair. I lifted my hips to
give him more even when it left me and I shoved my face in his neck.
“Fuck me harder, sweetheart,” I gasped into his neck. His hand still in my hair tugged
back
,
but his face stayed in my neck and his cock drove hard and deep.
Then I felt
his teeth sink into my flesh
as his fingers
fisted tighter in my hair
.
I whimpered as pain that came as pleasure hit and an aftermath shiver of pure bliss
whispered through me.
Raiden planted himself to the root
.
I felt him come
,
and when he did he groaned so deep into my neck it traveled through my throat and
felt like it shook the bed.
I held on and gloried when my body jolted as his hips jerked through his own aftermath
of thrusts, pounding into me, once, twice, again and again
,
then finally his orgasm began to wane and the thrusts gentled, became glides and
he stopped deep.
He didn’t stroke me, he didn’t work my neck with his mouth. He didn’t say anything
and I didn’t either. I just held on and laid there, feeling him connected to me, in
my bed
. A
ll we’d just done, what he’d demanded from me, what that meant he gave to me and the
fact that I’d trusted it all to him
. A
nd Raiden had made it worth it.
Completely.
That was hot.
It was amazing.
And it was beautiful.
Then he made it more beautiful when
h
is lips slid to
the skin
under my ear and he muttered, “Be back,”
,
then his lips slid over my jaw as he slowly, so slowly, slid out.
He barely moved his body from over mine before he dragged my afghan over me to cover
my nudity
,
then he rolled off the bed. I curled up on my side and watched as he walked into
my bathroom.
I lay there, sated, feeling so fine I didn’t know anyone could feel that fine and
thinking that I just took off my clothes
,
and naked as the day I was born fucked a beautiful fully clothed man and came so
hard I might not need another orgasm for a decade.
This made me grin, which was what Raiden caught me doing when he walked out of the
bathroom.
When he caught it, his amazing eyes warmed, his entire face softened and Raiden Miller
in my bedroom grinned back.
Then he gave me more beautiful.
He stopped at the side of the bed and he did something remarkable, something I’d remember
for the rest of my life.
It wasn’t the same, but it still was
. W
hile I watched, taking his time, Raiden took off his clothes
. G
iving me what I gave him, making what already was a happy memory for me, trusting
that he would take care of me, do right by me, give me beauty, a happier memory when
he gave it right back to me.
Then he put a knee to the bed, lifted the afghan, slid under it with me and pulled
me into his arms.
On our sides, front to front, my arms around him, my head tucked under his chin, my
forehead to his throat, cheek to his collarbone, I heard and felt his rumbled, “You
good?”
“Um… they haven’t measured this level of good
,
thus it has as yet gone undefined
,
so the answer is yes
,
but the word is wrong.”
His arms tightened and his body started shaking.
Idiotically, I kept talking. “I’ll be contacting Webster tomorrow. My suggestion
will be absofuckingmazing.”
Raiden’s body started shaking harder.
That was all the idiocy I had left in me. My orgasm drove the rest of it out
,
so I had nothing left to give except silently cuddling closer to Raiden.
He got control of his hilarity, his body quit shaking and his neck moved before I
felt his lips on top of my hair where he murmured, “My girl came hard.”
I
so
did.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“I think you’re gonna have fun with the way I like to play,” he noted.
He was not wrong.
I didn’t answer. Just cuddled closer.
“Yeah, she’s gonna have fun,” he muttered into my hair
,
and I heard the smile in his voice. But there was no smile
, h
is voice was gruff when he finished with, “My reward.”
That was twice he said that
,
but I let it go
,
mostly because I had a feeling he would tell me what that meant when it was his time.
He fell silent. I remained that way.
We held each other and Raiden only moved once, to lift a hand and brush the tips of
his fingers tenderly along my neck at the place where his teeth sank in before his
arm moved back around me to pull me closer.
There was something about that gesture, that touch
. S
omething significant
. S
omething I wasn’t sure I got
,
but something I liked. I didn’t question it, didn’t say a word
;
not willing to break the mood, not about to question that gesture of tenderness Raiden
gave me, happy just to accept it silently.
After a while, I tilted my head back and his chin dipped down so I could catch his
eyes.
Those eyes.
In my bed.
Looking at me.
I let that settle as I asked an important question.
“You want a hot fudge sundae?”
“Yeah,” he answered, lips twitching.
“I make homemade hot fudge,” I shared.
“Then fuck yeah,” he replied, now smiling.
I reached up, touched my mouth to his and said, “Let’s go.”
He lifted up, taking me and the afghan with us so I was still covered
,
which was again sweet.
He pulled on his jeans commando.
I rooted under my pillowcase and pulled on my pajama shorts (commando) and my tank
top (also commando).
We went downstairs and I started a pot of hot fudge sauce that eventually burned beyond
being edible.
This was because as I was preparing to assemble the sundaes, I got out a spray can
of whipping cream
And Raiden saw it.
So the hot fudge ended up burned.
But I ended up naked on my back on my kitchen table getting another orgasm that had
everything to do with Raiden: his hands, his mouth, his tongue and a can of whipping
cream.
It was better than any sundae I’d ever had.
Much better.
Chapter Thirteen
That Kind of Love
The next morning…
I was in the kitchen standing at the counter in my pajamas, arranging the cinnamon
apple slices on top of the coffeecake batter
,
when I sensed movement to my side.
I turned my head.
Raiden was there.
This wasn’t a surprise. I’d heard the water going in the bathroom upstairs.
But it
was
a delight, seeing as he was wearing nothing but jeans
,
his hair a sexy mess, his eyes drowsy but warm and on me as he sauntered my way.
I smiled. “Morning, sweetheart.”
His “morning” was better.
He said no words but fitted the front his big body to the back of mine and wrapped
his arms around me. Then he bent his head and kissed my shoulder.
Yes, a whole lot better than mine.
His stubbled chin came to rest on my shoulder and I knew he was watching my hands
arrange apple slices.
This was proved when he rumbled, “That looks good,” his voice deeper because it was
like his eyes, still a hint sleepy.
“Apple cinnamon streusel coffeecake,” I told him.
“Jesus,” he murmured, sounding slightly stunned, as he would considering the countertop
was a mess of bowls, ingredients and coffeecake preparation residue.
Suddenly, I felt tense, nervous and hurried to explain, “It’s not an, um… everyday
thing but I kind of felt in the mood for something…”
Oh God! I should never have pulled out the big gun coffeecake that took forever to
bake and assembly was seriously fiddly.
What was I thinking?
“Special,” I finished lamely, thinking that said too much too soon.
Raiden wasted no time communicating he didn’t think it said too much, too soon.
One of his arms around my middle let me go only to lift and wrap around my chest
. H
e pulled me deep into his body
,
and this time he kissed the skin below my ear.
“Haven’t tasted it yet
,
but already know it’s perfect,” he whispered there
,
and I relaxed into his hard frame.
He gave me a squeeze before his arms loosened
,
and I informed him, “Coffee’s made. Cups are in the cupboard over the coffeepot.”
Raiden let me go
,
but did it sliding his hand across the skin of my chest, the other one across the
material of my tank at my midriff before his body disappeared.
He got a mug and was filling it when he asked, “You need a warm up?”
I was smoothing the top layer of batter over the apples when I answered, “Yeah.”
He brought the pot to my mug and topped it up, asking, “See milk, babe. You need more?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I use the creamer in the door of the fridge.”
He went, grabbed the French vanilla-flavored Coffee-Mate and splashed some in my cup.
I spread the streusel on top of the batter thinking this was fabulous. Me cooking.
Raiden topping up my coffee. Couple stuff that felt natural and right
,
even though we’d only had two dates.
Maybe Raiden’s brand of slow was good.
He leaned a hip against the counter as I slid the cake in the oven and went to wash
my hands at the sink.
“Your day?” he asked as I dried my hands.
I moved to stand in front of him, grab my mug and leaned against the counter, too.
I took a sip and told him, “Grams to mah jongg then me to my place in town, if the
cops will let me get in. I need to see what Heather got up to, if I’m caught up, orders
filled, get back on top of that.”
“You need me to talk to Joe to make sure you have access, I’ll give him a call,” Raiden
offered and I smiled.
“I think I’m good
,
but I’ll let you know.”
“All right, honey.”
I repeated his question, “Your day?”
He took a sip and dropped the mug to the counter. “Hardware store, back here, installing
new locks for you. Then I gotta go into Denver and see to some shit.”
Two sentences, a huge amount to go over.
“New locks for me?” I asked.
“Your lock sucks,” he answered.
“But
—
”
“And, Hanna, it’s good we’re on this because you answered the door to me last night
and I didn’t hear the lock go.”
My brows drew together in bewilderment.
“But… I was home,” I told him something he knew.
“You were a woman at home alone. You should lock your doors.”
“Raiden
—
”
“No,” he cut me off. “I’m tryin’ to ignore the thought of you takin’ a nap without
your doors locked. Bad enough they’re not locked when you’re awake.”
“I live in the boonies,” I reminded him. “No one comes out here. No one even knows
there’s a here to come to. But the ones who do, I can hear them coming.”
“Don’t give a fuck. Just a guess, you don’t have a gun. Your lock is total shit and
wouldn’t keep anyone out who knows rudimentary lock picking or has the power to land
a solid kick to your door. You gotta have a new lock. I’ll check this one,” he jerked
his head to my backdoor, “and you might get two. But when you’re home, you lock both.”
“This is the house I grew up in, Raiden. I’ve lived here all my life. I know that
it’s
—
”
I shut up when his hand curled around the side of my neck and slid right up into my
hair, pulling up so I went on my toes even as he bent into me
,
and I saw his face was not sleepy-ish handsome anymore. His eyes were hard and sharp
and his jaw was tight.
“Lock. Your. Doors,” he commanded.
“Okay,” I whispered instantly
,
and he let me go.
I rolled back to my feet and hid my discomfiture at his extreme authoritarianism and
easy ability to underline that by getting physical.
“Hanna,” he called.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled into my mug.
“Honey, give me your eyes.”
I lifted my eyes to him.
“I know the threat that lurks out there. What I want is to know that threat won’t
threaten you. If shit can happen, it will. Odds are, no threat is gonna wander down
that lane and stop at your house. But if it does, I want you to have five minutes
to call 911 and get yourself safe so you don’t learn exactly what a threat is. I get
thinkin’ about it for the second it takes every time you flip a lock is unpleasant.
Livin’ a lifetime with the consequences of not doin’ it would be far fuckin’ worse.”
This made sense.
It was even sweet he was worried about me and wanted to protect me.
However.
“You could have explained that instead of grabbing me and going all drill sergeant,”
I told him.
“Did I get your attention?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered then hesitantly added, “in a way I didn’t like very much.”
“Then next time, don’t backtalk,” he returned.
I blinked.
He took a sip of his coffee before he asked, “How long’s that cake take?”
I opened my mouth, closed it
,
and opened it again to reply, “About an hour.”
Raiden looked at the clock on my microwave then pulled my mug out of my hand, put
it on the counter, tagged my hand and dragged me toward the doorway, muttering, “Then
I gotta eat you now before the cake.”
My nipples started tingling and I missed a step but Raiden didn’t notice.
He pulled me behind him up the stairs and to my bedroom
,
and before I could get my thoughts together,
I was on my back in my bed. My panties and pajama shorts were gone, Raiden’s mouth
was between my legs and I had no thoughts at all except how unbelievably good he was
with his mouth.
He had me before cake.
And I had an orgasm before cake.
* * * * *
Early evening, the same day…
My cell rang
and
I grabbed it
. T
he display said, “Raiden Calling”
,
and I was undecided about answering it.
I knew why this was.
I didn’t like how things turned so drastically in my kitchen that morning
. I also didn’t like that Raiden didn’t give me the chance to address it
or that
I’d allowed him to take my mind off it
.
Not
to mention the fact that after, there wasn’t enough time to go back to it
,
but more
,
I didn’t have the guts to do it.
But the bottom line was what Raiden did was uncool. I didn’t like to think of him
as uncool
.
I really didn’t like to think of myself as a woman who would put up with uncool because
she was hanging onto the man of her dreams
.
A man who gave her a scary indication that she shouldn’t live with (on top of other
scary indications she was telling herself she could) that he wasn’
t cool
.
And I figured I needed time to sort through all this.
Nevertheless, being an idiot (though, this
was
Raiden Miller)
,
I took the call and put my phone to my ear.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted back
,
and my insides melted.
There it was again. He did something dreamy and that something dreamy was simply calling
me “baby”
,
and I forgot he could be not-so-dreamy.
